Sexy Harley Quinn Art Novels & Stories

Her silver hair was pulled back severely from a face that grief had carved into deep lines over the years. But her eyes were sharp as they studied the sketch I’d brought with intense focus. The artist’s rendering of Hazel’s features that I’d commissioned based on my observations during my visit to Thunderstrike Pack. “Why did you bring me this?” Charlotte asked carefully. Her fingers traced the edges of the parchment deliberately. “Why show me a drawing of some woman from Ulysses’s pack?” “Because of certain details I noticed when visiting them,” I explained. I leaned forward in my chair. “Things that seemed familiar and distinctive. Features that reminded me of someone.”

"This is a fight for the future Queen luna title. The challenge is between the current future Queen Scarlet Reyes and the challenger Skylar Nevaro. Whoever wins becomes the new Queen luna! Since Scarlet is not a werewolf you both will fight in human form with no weapons. If you decide to use a weapon or turn into your wolf then you will be disqualified and the other will automatically be declared the winner. However if both of you will continue in wolf form without breaking any of the rules, then the first one to make the other submit win---" "No." sasha interrupted. "Fight to death.." she added smirking evilly while showing me her muscles I gulped...

Scarlett sluggishly walked down the halls of the Grayson floor. Her hair was tied up atop her head in a ponytail. She had on a silk black turtleneck shirt, a sleeveless shirt paired with high-waist, wide-legged grey pants with black pumps. She slowed down as she approached the art hanging on the opposite wall, the erotic art. She stopped in her tracks, the art was an oil painting of a man and a woman entangled in the sheets. Just like the first time she saw it, it struck her.

Soon after, he picked up the stack of pictures and then flipped through the pages. Mandy Zimmer, Xynthia Zimmer, Yvonne Xavier, Rosalie Naiswell… The pictures were of those women that had deep connections with Harvey, appearing one after another.

There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting. “What’s your say about this, Miss Yara?” Perry’s voice brought Hera back to reality, just in time to see the woman who seemed detached to everything earlier jumping on the soles of her feet, looking startled. “Oh, so Yara deserved honorary, too, huh!” “Okay, fine!’ she snapped, crackling her fingers. “Yara then if it’ll stop you

Left behind just a shawl from the loom of Athena- her wedding gift, she let Hades's eyes feasted on her whole virgin form. Her charming, ambrosia-like complexion intimated even the earlier Aphrodite when that goddess was still a blooming maiden. The gracious flush of her skin and those nimble limbs stirred a coursing fire in Hades's veins. Her stare darkened further. With such an unblemished beauty by appearing naked except for a thin silken garment veiling her entrancing lower parts, Hades secretly wished a gust of wind would have blown that garment aside so that it would reveal her virgin bloom; but she was also glad that she was the only one, who would wantonly breathe directly upon it, c

"And yeah, I get it if you think it's strange." "Strange?" Hawk repeated, turning back to the artwork. "Quill, you've drawn me like… like some kind of force." He laughed nervously. "But no, I'm not mad." "Really?" Hawk nodded as he leaned in to look at the one of his eyes. "I mean, it's intense, yeah. But that's what makes it good." He paused and looked up at Quill. "It's like you see something I can't." Quill started to relax. He was so sure Hawk was going to be pissed. So sure. "You're serious?"

“How sweet of you, Benjamin. Forgive me for passing on the offer. You just worry about yourself. Sid Paul wouldn’t dare fuck with me.” I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be exactly like her. Tough, formidable, fierce, beautiful. Harley was the whole package wrapped up in one sexy body, and she held her own against the rough men of the underground racing scene. Harley reached up and ran her hand along Mason’s jaw before patting his cheek. Then she turned and walked off, hips swaying, the eyes of my brother and Rick on her ass as she went. I caught Ginny checking her out too. It was impossible not to.

She was trapped between his hard chest and the wall. "Didn't you want me to do something about your wound?" Quinn asked. "I'm more interested in doing you now." Xavier's eyes burned with desire. There was a devilish streak in them that just couldn't be suppressed. His words were lecherous, but his handsome face and flawless figure made them seem beyond seductive.

I knew I probably should have stopped it; with everything going on right now, Xaden and Zach going into war, Damien fighting with Sarah, the baby dragon running loose, and the fact that I’m apparently the Moon Queen reincarnate, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop anything happening between Harley and me. Harley needed this to assure himself and his bear that I was truly unharmed, and I needed this to take my mind off everything else happening around me. Truth be told, I just needed at least one of my mates near me right now. So, I kissed him back with equal hunger and desire. I needed him just as badly as he needed me.